Minion the Tyrannical looked upon the globe with its tiny people wandering, working, and fighting to and fro across its surface. Every microscopic figure a tiny life, with their own hopes, dreams, and desires.
"Welp... they'll all have to go."
And thus began the Great Orkin-Extermination Wars of Whenever MinionJoe Plays Next.
Ever since I've switched to the Tyrant, I've had "Mob Rules" from the Heavy Metal soundtrack stuck in my head.
And I really should add a signature, huh? Is it set in your profile?
"Welp... they'll all have to go."
And thus began the Great Orkin-Extermination Wars of Whenever MinionJoe Plays Next.

Ever since I've switched to the Tyrant, I've had "Mob Rules" from the Heavy Metal soundtrack stuck in my head.

And I really should add a signature, huh? Is it set in your profile?